fana's right. coming back to reality from a freaking good holiday just sucks the joy out of that good holiday. don't get me wrong. the getaway was simply "near" perfect. why near u ask? coz the bitch lost her passport. who's bitch? my dear dear dear hidayah.
(fyi, we tenderly, lovingly, caringly call each other that since god knows when. hence the reason why she's my best friend at work.)

oh, we did our fair share of running, chasing, laughing, screaming, UNO-ing, lolling our heads off the floor, buying tickets after tickets etc etc. it almost made me want to become a full time genting-ian. is there sucha a word? HOW I BLOODY WISH!

my godsister is coming home tmr. yes TOMORROW! after 2 months in india, she's finally home. i have that sudden urge to sing michael buble's Home. ok, stop it now.

i've been having a ball of a time catching up with my mother. she may be a champion nagger but when it comes to hilarious gossips, my mother is freaking QUEEN! i love her for that. apart from the endless food treats from her of course *winks* i definitely love her for that too!

god bless my camera which survived a roller coaster ride. chet!